Good friends. Good food. Good brunch.

Good friends. Good food. Good brunch.

I’ve always had mixed opinions about brunch. It always seemed a little too haughty taughty to me. I always considered myself more of a Sunday morning sausage, bacon and eggs kind of guy. But when I learned that the term “brunch” was first used back in 1895 (in a...
“Now, we’ve also got the location.”

“Now, we’ve also got the location.”

Stewart Haverlack, the co-owner of San Miguel de Allende restaurant Zumo, said that. And I’ll tell you why. But not right away. First I want to tell you that I’ve always liked Zumo. A lot. Always thought it was one of the town’s best restaurants. But there was always...
Overheard. In Casa Blanca.

Overheard. In Casa Blanca.

I took Don Day’s Wife out for a very memorable lunch recently and, as I often do, I also took my tiny spiral-bound notebook that fits in the back pocket of my jeans. As usual, a lot of what I wrote down were Don Day’s Wife’s comments about the food and the experience....
Good wines. Very good prices. At this San Miguel restaurant.

Good wines. Very good prices. At this San Miguel restaurant.

If you skip the social aspects, there are two reasons why I go out to a restaurant. To eat and to drink. And, to me, the second is almost as important as the first. For, on most occasions, as the 19th Century French gastronome Brillat-Savarin said, a meal without wine...
Dining on “our dish” in San Miguel.

Dining on “our dish” in San Miguel.

We were about four hours outside of Paris, with only one day left on our trip to France, when Don Day’s Wife said to me, “So how do you want to spend it?” “Let’s drive into the city”, I replied. “I’ve been reading on the Internet (a new invention at the time) about La...